Where is the VIP patient?

Andrine’s silence and Seraphina’s feigned concern hanging in the air like an unspoken threat. Armin’s eyes remained fixed on Andrine, desperate for answers she was no longer willing to give. The stillness seemed almost suffocating, a moment stretched far too long.

But then, a voice, soft and melodic, cut through the heavy silence. “Where is the VIP patient?”

Armin turned instinctively, drawn by the sound. When he saw her, he felt his breath catch. Standing there was a woman of breathtaking beauty. Her long orange hair flowed like silk, framing her face and cascading down her shoulders. Her silver-gray eyes shone with a calm, almost ethereal light, and her skin, pale as pearl, seemed to glow under the hospital’s fluorescent lights. She stood tall, with an air of quiet confidence and grace, like an angel who had descended from the heavens.

For a moment, everything else faded. Armin felt himself captivated, unable to tear his eyes away. “Who are you?” he asked, his voice tinged with a se